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BSc Freestyle
5
Hip-Hop/Rap
BSc Freestyle was released on February 28, 2025 by istisna as a part of the album BSc Freestyle - Single
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Release DateFebruary 28, 2025
Labelistisna
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM75

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
bxrke
bxrke
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Berke Kasar
Berke Kasar
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
bxrke
bxrke
Producer
Aquiles
Aquiles
Producer
K4pel
K4pel
Producer

Lyrics

If I smell the smoke, then it can't be far
If bro's outside, then so am I
On job, in and out of cars
Like ryan tedder, I've been losing sleep
But not counting stars
Work like there's a whole ass christmas tree in my yard for a month
That I've just seen a couple times, listen
I'm feeling like me and the bands alright cah we keep in touch
Tryna log out my santander
Take all in cash
Cah I'm playing it clutch
One to a dozen
Yes my cousin, it's serious speed
Played like PSP
The ting my profession, BSc
On target, meters deep
And I ain't missed or bare few
I ain't missed since man was 14
Tell them I'm Mo Deen's nephew
Parked outside, me and bro might stress you
Course my stack on the low
Got half a k of designer clothes in a Waitrose bag on the day of the press shoot
Young turk I proved myself outside
Now I'm having it easy in North London
I feel like Ozil
Grew up a Fener fan
So if I trek back, it's not personal
Me and bro like Fener and Arsenal
Taking mad risk like I'm wearing my favourite top while I'm having a mix grill
But that's how I learn still
I was outside where broski worked
Tryna see that my man's fine
Soon after some geezer warn security that I'm outside, that's rank
But later I was with the mandem, feeling good
So I know they'll remember most that
Before I got my flowers, I been a mini celeb in Dalston
Who's that breh with the monclizzy and the rhinestone joggers across the bossman
There was cameras, still they lost man
I'm clean as a whistle
Fast like a peregrine falcon cop and resell some Osbatt
If bro try beef than tell him this ain't love island, yeah let's not cross that
Nowadays I'm back home as a big man and my dad want no politics
Back then could duck the stones
Was young, me and bro caught all of the sticks
Bro drenched in Ombre Nomad
I know what he thinks
Wisdom pro-bono
Good scent a plus but there's nothing that stink as bad as inauthenticity stinks
I'm a fake man sniffer
K9 woof, this dusty yute better dash on a bimmer
Or my lunch finna be his liver
Do man Albanian style
Yeah do my nan proud, with her
So I send my nan one kiss to heaven
Thank her I was born a winner
If I smell the smoke, then it can't be far
If bro's outside, then so am I
On job, in and out of cars
Like ryan tedder, I've been losing sleep
But not counting stars
Work like there's a whole ass christmas tree in my yard for a month
That I've just seen a couple times, listen
I'm feeling like me and the bands alright cah we keep in touch
Tryna log out my santander
Take all in cash
Cah I'm playing it clutch
One to a dozen
Yes my cousin, it's serious speed
Played like PSP
The ting my profession, BSc
On target, meters deep
Written by: Berke Kasar
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